On saturday morning my friend Morgan and I rode Cowles
Mountain, up Mesa Trail to Big Rock Trail to the top, then
back down Big Rock Trail. This evening we rode up Mesa
Trail to Big Rock Trail to the top, then reversed our
course for the downhill. These are steep, rocky, demanding
trails. I counted one time, and Big Rock Trail has 176
water bars made from railroad ties, some better buried than
others. I haven't counted how many are on Mesa Trail, but
it's a bunch as well.
Anyhow, I've been very tentative on downhills this year,
since my wrist has been so sore, and my hand really hasn't
had any strength to it. On bumpy sections I have come very
close to losing my grip on the bar entirely. It has hampered
my riding quite a bit but things have been getting better.
Yeterday's ride was the first downhill I have done since the
New Year that I actually got any speed on a really bumpy
trail, and my wrist held up fine. Sure, it was sore, but it
didn't prevent me from riding the way I wanted to. This
evening's ride was even better. Emboldened by yesterday's
success (and lack of subsequent pain) I really let it rip in
the downhill, launching the water bars and rocks, generally
enjoying riding at speed for the first time in months.
It felt fantastic. I guess this means that I am back.
Miles